Free Years Later

Glass half empty Waking from dreams, chasing my fears I ain't never cried so much tears in all these years Success brings more stress, my vision's clear But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares Makin' dough but my bro's having a mare But as soon as bread bakes, it breaks my brothers, bless I would keep him in my prayers but I don't pray I put my hands together but it's more like Birdman these days I ain't ever wayne'd a brudda, that's a major uh-uh I ain't ever take another from a native brother I swear had a conversation with Claire, the realest, yeah It's funny how you don't know they're there until they're there Hope that touring ain't takin' too much toll on the kids But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there Tryna take the clique legit and not to make West End clubs 'Cause playing roulette with the roads The odds are stacked against us Anyway, tempt fate not by who says luck will share Can't keep leaving the yard breaking a leg Koj and Pops ciroc on the block with Jus D Kai got youts on lock will set speed Love, that's a dangerous thing You pinch me? Hymn sheet And a cheap black suit for them chiefs You gotta know the levels You gotta know the kettles You gotta know the factory settings from the frozen bezels Yeah, I know the curry goat just like I know some rendels But you gotta know the roasted cot set on a bit of lentils, huh Long nights, cold white wine, that's sincere Eye contact with the cheers, that's young stare Rare rapper, no compare with no breh No pen, no comment with no fed Dreamt of Monte Carlo, blow a little hard though I just blew your little Prada's on some fifth to na notes I ain't never been a problem, I been working hard bro We need to stop the ting tong card to ease in mummy's yard dog I know road man, used to diss a man for leasing cars, no If it don't appreciate a value let me nah, uh Used to be a Barksdale man, but now I fuck with Marlo You can't fuck in my throne, you lick a fucking arsehole 'Cause I'm royal And I be getting so much money on the road Rich, think I need a pay cut 'Cause some Babylon boy wan' cuff me in the streets And lock me in a station I heard that it cost to be the boss Guess I'm lucky that I'm bludclart James'd up Patterned that from day dot Middle finger raised up, fuck you little haters, yeah Babylon boy, look how they raided Stormzy This is crystal, not a case of 40's The don't wanna see us off estates with all these Young, rich Morley's, still eatin' Morley's They want more camels and less gordies I'm just turned down a hundred G, bossy Whip too raunchy, too much saucy Vroom, vroom, vrooming up the A40 Pussy telling porkies, tried to assault me Musta been a big plot to extort me Now the prosecution wanna crown court me Might have to sit down but I'ma stand tall G I create history, they try to diss Storvy Grade for the credit but they six foot me Rather that than graves for the chains and some shit jewellery Only my guys and flies on the wall Can tell the kid's story this properly Last track he got the Richard Mille Now, thingy just got guilty for the thingy Heart fucking bleeds for the kiddy Anything he needs, it's no biggie Mandem know I do it for the city, that's a understatement Paying me the utmost respect, that's still an underpayment Whisper all my props in my ear, it's never public ain't it Fuck your greatest, how many times must I hush the haters? Tell us something 'bout our music now, oh, you so proud Lethal laughing to the crews account, now you approve it pal Never had a silver spoon in mouth, now mummy's super proud Couple new trophies for the house that I could do without Fuck a nomination, I just go for the suit Handful of friends, that's why I go for the coupe Manoeuvre through the game 'cause I grew from the roots What D Double did for me, I just do for the youts